My mom lives in her own world. She makes up a reality that makes sense to her. She collects pictures and objects that fill her home with voices to keep from realizing she’s alone, and that she’s been alone for most of her life.

I think we’re present in the wrong emotions. All of us are experts in obsessing over things we forgot to do, did wrong, or can’t control. We perseverate on our failings more than anything else, and I guess that’s about survival: study what went wrong so you can …

We all seek to be WANTED, to be sought-after for the things we have to offer.

This can become an obsession, especially for us entrepreneurs, inventors, artists, entry-level whatevers, managerial-whatevers-looking-to-be-directorial whatevers, directorial whatevers-looking-to-be-VP …

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THE WAY I SEE IT

Underneath it all, people are good and, given enough time, if we rest long enough in each other’s words, we discover beautiful things that bring us closer. I see this happen every day as a career counselor, life coach, parent, and passerby. That glowing bit of goodness is always there. It’s always ours for the taking… and giving.